Chapter 16
Previously: The madman flipped the switches to their highest frequency and his hand hovered over the lever. Was this the end?
(Now)
They squeezed their eyes shut, waiting for death when suddenly, bullets rained throughout the room. Sherlock and John's eyes flew open only to see Lestrade and the rest of the Yard dashing into the room open fire. Doctors fell to the floor, spluttering up blood and wheezing in pain. Darcie gritted his teeth and glared at them with his dark eyes.
"I'm not done here," he hissed, flipping up the switch to the machine. John and Sherlock yelped in pain as electricity boiled through their body. Lestrade and Donavan fired at Darcie, scattering the doctor's blood all over the wall. Lestrade instantly dropped his gun and fled toward the machine, flipping the switch back to off and pulling the lever. The electricity instantly dissipated and John and Sherlock's heads lowered to their chests.
"HELP THEM!" Lestrade shouted, kneeling down by the detectives and unstrapping their bounds. Sally ripped the straps from John. Her eyes were frantic; almost like she cared that they had just been tortured. As soon as John was free he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain and rushed to Sherlock's side. Lestrade had freed Sherlock of his bounds and now the detective was lying motionless in his lap.
"Sherlock?!" John screamed, pulling Sherlock from Lestrade and holding him in his own arms. He looked over Sherlock, instantly noticing that his hand was completely coded in a blanket of scarlet and that under his chair a pool of the coppery blood was sitting. John's hands fumbled to Sherlock's neck to find a weak pulse. John sighed in relief. Well, at least he was alive. He clutched Sherlock closer to himself, stroking back the dark curls. "Sherlock?" John whispered softly, pleading that he'd awaken. Sherlock's eyes fluttered open slowly, revealing the bright blue eyes John had missed so much.
"Th…th…thanks," Sherlock stuttered, taking in sharp breaths. John frowned at him.
"For what?" John asked. Sherlock smiled at him.
"For b…believing," Sherlock sighed, resting his head against John's chest. His eyes fluttered shut once again and he instantly went still.
"SHERLOCK! Sherlock, you can't go to sleep!" John called, shaking the detective. Sherlock forced his eyes open again, looking so weary and aged.
"John, you need to let the paramedics take him now," Lestrade whispered into his ear, squeezing his shoulder gently. John pulled Sherlock closer to him. He didn't want to leave Sherlock again; ever. Lestrade wetted his lips and glanced over at the paramedics waiting right behind him. "I know this is hard, John, but Sherlock needs help. You have to let him go now." John's face tightened with fear and he felt his eyes begin to tear up.
"Lestrade, don't you see?! That's the problem! I let him go and almost lost him! I can't let that happen again," John sniffled. Lestrade was silent. He looked confused, but he wasn't really there with them for over ten days so how could he know what he was speaking of?
"John?" Sherlock's raspy voice croaked. John lowered his eyes to Sherlock's, which were now blood shot. "It's ok, I'll b…be alright. I p…promise." John stared at Sherlock for a long time and then one of the paramedics whispered softly,
"We'll make room for you both in one ambulance alright?" John looked down at Sherlock's paling body and the wrist that was still bleeding steadily. Carefully, he loosened his grip on Sherlock's body and he was instantly swarmed by paramedics. Lestrade stepped over to his side and helped him to his feet and away from Sherlock so the paramedics could do their thing. Once the paramedics had stopped the bleeding in Sherlock's wrist they placed a mask over Sherlock's face until Sherlock's eyes fluttered closed.
As soon as the detective was out they lifted him on a stretcher and headed out to the ambulance. John jumped in with Sherlock and the two speed off to the hospital.
Happy 4th of July everyone! Here's a new chapter for you all! Have a wonderful day!